I'm not going to lie, I feel like just the fact of you wearing it subverts it in the BEST POSSIBLE "America, fuck yeah!!" way.
I agree! Possibly with the "FUCK YEAH" sticker added. :)
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm not going to lie, I feel like just the fact of you wearing it subverts it in the BEST POSSIBLE "America, fuck yeah!!" way.
I agree! Possibly with the "FUCK YEAH" sticker added. :)
Anyone who would like to come spend the weekend painting my deck and porch in a media-free zone is hereby invited. The weather should be nice and cool (by which I mean 85, sorry, need to translate from GA), and there's even a home football game if you like that sort of thing.
I'm going to be working on revisions all day, but it's hard not to think about it. I lost someone I grew up with that day, my best friend's brother. It surprises me that the images still bring that day back so sharply, but they still do. I tried last year to watch a little bit, because Carol was chosen to read some of the names, but I always wind up a mess.
Hah! It is supposed to be 85 in Seattle on Sunday and everyone is like "OMG IT'S GOING TO BE HOT"
Regarding the US Open, Rafa's shorts appear to be translucent. It's... distracting.
The Dog is gone? Also, where's the private line you're talking about?
Nah, the Dog made it through. Which makes me happy, 'cause I love their calamari salad. Some juice place went under. The private line's behind the buildings stretching from Armadillo Grill past that wee barber shop on Main.
We had 55 degrees overnight, and tied a record low!
Are the translucent shorts... sparkly?
Vampire shorts?
The Dog is gone? Also, where's the private line you're talking about?
I live here, and I have the same questions. I'm so out of touch!
I love that I texted America, FUCK YEAH! to you when you sent me a picture of the hat. It's clearly the only possible response.
I just finished 11 meetings in three days with the consultants. They are gone! Whee! Stomach bug is over! La guerre est finie!
Some juice place went under. The private line's behind the buildings stretching from Armadillo Grill past that wee barber shop on Main.
Ah. I SEE.
Are the translucent shorts... sparkly?
Vampire shorts?
How would they feed? On what? And from where?